“You don’t weigh enough to hurt me.”
She looked doubtful as he laid her back against the feather mattress, her hands resting gently on his shoulders. The softness of her touch burned him and Sin took a moment to savor the sight of her warm and waiting for him. She lay there with her green eyes staring up at him as if he were all the things he’d ever wanted to be.
In her eyes, he was noble. Decent. Heroic. He was the man he’d always wanted to be.
He should leave. He knew it. He had no business doing this with her.
Yet he couldn’t leave. He doubted if anything on this earth or beyond could get him out of this room tonight.
Callie saw the look in his tormented eyes and for a moment she thought he would pull away from her.
Instead, he untied his laces, removed his chausses and joined her in the bed. She shivered at the sight of his naked body lying beside hers.
His power and lithe grace was overwhelming. Her body ached and burned for his. She throbbed with a need she barely understood. All she knew was that she wanted him. She wanted to feel him inside her and share herself with him, to let him take whatever comfort or solace he could.
He lifted his hand to the laces of her kirtle and slowly opened the neck of it until she was bared to his hungry gaze. Callie shivered at the dark, intense look on his face as he stared at her naked breasts.
She moaned as he trailed his hand over her tight, swollen nipples as if savoring the sight and feel of them before he took one in to his palm and gently squeezed. She hissed at the pleasurable sensation and her body melted. She was so hot and wet for him, aching with her need and with her heart.
Callie wanted to claim his body too, to touch him in ways she hoped no other woman had ever touched him. Tonight he would be hers and she intended to do whatever it took to make him understand just what a hero he was to her.
He buried his lips against her throat, his breath branding her with heat. She’d been so drunk the last time that she could barely recall him. But this, this was vivid. Vivid and hot, and she was filled with fear and curiosity.
She explored his body with her hands and delighted in the lean, masculine planes and dips. He was so hard and firm compared to her. His cheeks scratchy from his whiskers. And the manly scent of him sent her reeling.
Sin shook from the force of his raw emotions. She touched him on levels he’d never known existed. As he looked into her eyes, he saw heaven itself. No woman had ever touched him like this. He’d never allowed himself such a comfort.
Never dared hope to possess it.
She was so giving to him. He drank the tenderness from her lips and tasted the goodness that was innate to her and so missing from him. She was an angel and when he looked at her, he could almost believe in such things.
Rolling over, he pulled her on top of him so that he could cup her face in his hands and just stare into those precious green eyes and the promises they held.
Dare he believe them?
She moved her head and kissed his open palm. The gesture shook him. His heart pounding, he watched as she kissed her way up his arm to his lips.
Closing his eyes, he pulled her kirtle over her head, and relished the feel of her naked body against his. Tonight, he would do what he had never done before. He would open himself up to her and pray that on the morrow she wouldn’t despise him for it.
Callie moaned at the heat of his body under hers. Desire swept through her. She hated that she had no memory of him from their wedding night. No memory of holding him in her arms.
He gently rolled her over and placed himself between her legs. She felt the hairs of his legs rubbing against her inner thighs as he kissed her. Of his hard shaft resting against her thigh.
It was such a strange feeling to be so exposed to him. And yet it was so natural that they would share themselves. She reached up and ran her hands along his cheeks to bury them in his hair as she saw the needful hunger in his eyes.
“I am so glad you are my husband,” she breathed.
Pain and ecstasy mixed in his dark eyes as he stared at her as if unable to believe he’d heard her. He looked as if he were dreaming and terrified of waking.
His muscles rippling beneath her hands, he pressed the tip of his shaft against her core.
Callie held her breath. After tonight, there would be no forgetting the feel of her husband.
He brushed his hand against her cheek. His eyes held hers as mutual understanding and care passed between them. It was a priceless moment of sharing and it went a long way in giving her hope for them.
Then he dipped his head and claimed her lips in a passionate, fiery kiss before he drove himself deep inside her body.
She tensed as pain overrode her pleasure.
